Stone to Stone

I am wondering where I am heading. I am desperately trying to lay down my path stone by stone, hopefully leading myself to a desired destination. Some stones have landed far off the path, others have cracked, and even more stay in my arms for fear of loosing them, loosing my chances, and an even deeper fear of my path taking me in unexpected, and risky directions. The weight of retained stones is slowing my pace and dragging me down making each step more difficult and calculated. I am no longer skipping stone to stone as I had in my younger years.

While my stone path has been bumpy it has served me quite well until recently. Stone to stone you can see my journey, my decisions, and my life. But now I am out of safe landings. The once abundant, spongy, green grass has slowly given way to harder, sandier ground. I am finding myself being forced to cast my stones on uneven ground. The weight of my decisions, the weight of my stones, and the weight of my body have brought me to a stand still. I cannot decide where to go from here.

I stand here surrounded by a sea of beige consumed in clouds of dust and sand, desperate to leave but unable to move. My eyes stinging from the wind I shakily extend my arm, heart pounding, I suspend a stone above this desert terrain.